open to femmes. muse: elliot fisher. 30 years old. bisexual. he/him. mechanic. plot: can someone pls give me a ‘you left 3 yrs ago in the middle of the night with not even a goodbye letter and now you’re on my door step w a kid that looks exactly like me’ plot pls
"i..." his fingers gripped tighter at the handle of the door, elliot's eyes frantically moving over the faces before him. "what are you doing here?"







